It’s a different one.

It keeps buzzing in her drawer sometimes, when you’re not home.

She told me I’m never, ever allowed to touch it, or even look at it.” She lowered her voice, as though it might hear her.

“She got really scary about it one time when I asked.”

A cold, still feeling settled over me, the feeling you get when a shape you have been half-seeing out of the corner of your eye for a long time suddenly resolves into something you cannot un-see.

“Can you show me where it is, Lily?” I asked, keeping my voice easy.